Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.